Bohemian Hype Cult - Welcome To Bohemia lyrics

[Hook] One gets the money; two play the show Three keeps company with four plus hoes Five spray Krylon on the wall Tagged Welcome to Bohemia (It's the Hype Cult, the motherf**in' Hype Cult) [Verse 1] You a**ume they're gonna hear you, that they'll be cool with it You're ludicrous, an overeducated hooligan An age-old adage is an old age phenomenon It's but a phase, in due time, it obeys the octagon But Nah, we stay after shades of red Grab the bull by its horns 'til I decapitate its head I smell blood, better peep that school of sharks I'm runnin' with, rummaging for bottom feeders to pull apart I'm casting shadows on the cave's wall For those too dazed to shake the chains off Got em playing with fire, and imagine how their hair would twist We brought the coming of the sun like George Harrison I told the captain sail deeper into sea With Musie, Trillbee, yeti, and a keeper of the trees A king's demise, the kingdom's mine Told Jay and Ye to keep the throne warm 'til we arrive [Hook] [Verse 2] Up, at 'em. Rough, rabid With a crew bound to shoot up like a junk addict Drug Habit, drunk Savage With a rainbow stained halo screaming f** f*ggots Trouble on their mind? I've got a razorblade That says that ba*tards goddamn esophagus should stay away THE HYPE CULT; one's cut, they all bleed One jumps, they all leap. One hunts, they all eat A new era, and I'm knocking off their ball caps With a muse flared up, with her bobbin' on my ball sack With her bobbin' on your ball sack? Yeah homie, with her bobbin' on my ball sack And her jaw clasped, when the nut pops, cum shot on her raw a** I carved the carca** after Mac snagged the bull's horns Now I'm in a booth outside of Mecca selling pulled pork Waiting on the cows to come home, when the calves do I'mma brand their a** with a BHC tattoo